Riotous behaviour at wake gives the opportunity to escape up alley way for urgent sex

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Submitted: January 20, 2017

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POST FUNERAL RECEPTION
We worked in catering so our Christmas party was in January. We’d chosen the best hotel in town, luxurious! Danny and I entered the main bar through the large stained glass door, it was already
busy despite it it being only early evening, and all of the seating was taken. As I turned from the marble topped bar our eyes met, yours bright sparkling, golden but something missing,
subdued.

Your shiny curls spilled wildly from your hat cascading on your curve filled black dress, with your breasts spilling from beneath the lace collar. Black stockings covered shapely legs above black
patent heels. I was slow to realise the occasion was a wake not really noticing the sombre mood in the room. Women in black and men heavily tattooed necks and knuckles showing from the edges of
white shirts. As Danny led us away to the cocktail bar to meet the others I found out this was the funeral gathering of the towns gang land leader and local hard man, your father in-law.
The party soon got into full swing with bottles, shots, pills and more getting consumed. Buttons were loosened and stilettos kicked off on the dance floor as the atmosphere heated. The drugs
weren’t my scene and it wasn’t long before I felt out of place. I decided to go outside for some air. In the foyer I could see through the stained glass a different atmosphere, pushing, arguing and
chest swelling territorial cocks jockeying for recognition.
I stepped outside to see you standing drawing deeply on your cigarette. Your disapproval at the scene inside showed by your eyebrow raising. I joined you and lit my own cigarette. I asked if you
were okay and you told me you hated this family and the violence. A tear smudged your mascara which I wiped with my finger. You held my hand to your cheek and looked again with that sparkle which
turned to fear by the sound of breaking glass and a body flying through the door. I grabbed you close and quickly led you away to the side alley partially lit by the light from a cellar window. I
held you close again asking if you were okay this time your finger raised, touched my lip and pulled me in. Our tongues urgently searching each other’s mouths. I squeezed your firm tits through
your dress, your fingers releasing my now hardening cock from the zipper in my trousers cupping my balls and stroking my length. I lifted your tight dress up around your waist and felt your heat
through your wet knickers, my fingers finding you I slid a cold finger inside your hot cunt. You lifted your left leg and rested it on a beer crate and guided me towards you staring as my cock
entered you and pushed home. Arm under your leg I used it for leverage as I fucked you desperately, my other hand on the mossy alley wall. Your head back and mine down I fucked, deep hard thrusts.
Bottles rattling in the crate as I spilled my load inside you, grunting as you pulled my head to your chest in your own orgasm. Both of our bodies spent, oblivious of the fighting outside.